Her Baby

Her Baby

She had carried her baby for the whole 9 months in anticipation and the day had finally arrived for her to welcome a new life into the world. The bond is immediate and she’s hit with an overwhelming sense of love and devotion. She wasn’t sure she could ever feel that way again, not after the last time, but gazing into the eyes of her newborn baby girl, she knew she would do anything she could to protect her. She prayed that her perfect daughter wouldn’t have the same upbringing she’d had and she prayed even harder that her perfect daughter wouldn’t meet the same fate as her last baby.

About a year ago, she had given birth to a baby boy and she loved him more than anything. Those first few days of motherhood had been the most rewarding days she’d ever experienced. She would comfort him when he cried, keep him warm when he got cold and spent hours just watching him sleep, folded up as small as he could get. So angelic. So peaceful. So innocent.

She’d been just getting into her stride when it came to being a mother, three days of paradise and it seemed like becoming a mum had made up for her own traumatic childhood. In those three days, she forgot about all of it; the way she had been callously taken from her own mother, when she herself was a baby; how she had been completely powerless against her captors as they’d beaten her, as they’d raped her. And yet, in that moment, it all had a purpose and as she looked down upon this child of her very own, it had all been worth it.

Her elation had been short lived. She’d tried to ignore the way her mind wondered to what her captors would do with her newborn son. He was hers,not theirs. But when they came on that third day, nothing could have prepared her for the heartbreak. Her whole world collapsed around her and there was nothing she could have done to stop it. She’d begged and pleaded for them not to take her baby but they grabbed hold of him and tore him away. No tenderness. No kindness. No warmth. She reached the devastating realisation that she was completely at their mercy… and these people had no mercy. She cried for days, not knowing where her baby was, whether he was ok, whether she would ever see him again. By the time her tears had run dry and her heart had hurt so much she wondered how it was still beating, she knew she would never see her son again.

So here she was, just a short year later with a beautiful baby girl. She was relishing in motherhood once again and vowed never to let her captors take her away. She had a plan this time and she was putting all her faith into the plan working. The plan had to work. So when her captors came, she was ready. There were two of them but the unconditional love she was feeling for her baby girl had translated into the strength of thousands and she wasn’t going to let anything or anyone get in her way. She stood still at first, panicked, as one of her captors was clearly looking for her baby, who she had tried to hide away, to no avail. As soon as he took his first step towards her, she ran straight at him, with all the force she could conjure up but before her bowed down head had the chance to strike, an indescribable pain shot through her legs and she fell to the floor. She tried perilously to get back up as she watched that man take ahold of her baby, with the same disregard witnessed just a year before. As she tried to find her feet and make another attempt, a captor hit her with the metal pole again. He did it with such force it made her whole body shake, so much so, she could see stars. He hit her again… and again. She could see blood, her own blood, splattering against the walls yet all she could think about was getting her baby back so she could protect her, console her. It was no use. And in the blink of an eye, her baby was gone. They had left her with nothing all over again.

The pain she endured from the beating was nothing in comparison to the pain she felt inside, failing her baby again. She’d been wrong when she’d thought she could never feel as heartbroken, as when her son was stolen. That feeling hit her like a freight train. She couldn’t help wondering ‘why?’. Why were they doing this to her? She had never done anything to them. Yet they had taken her from her mother when she’d needed her the most and now, they were forcing her to become pregnant and then callously taking her babies away, over and over again. No remorse. No compassion. No feeling. What was it all for? The beatings… The rape… The kidnapping…

As she sunk deeper into an impenetrable depression, the days of crying passed by, one at a time, not getting any easier. She called out for hours and hours for her daughter but no one was listening. She was gone. Her captors would come and go, blatantly ignoring her desperate cries as they’d forcibly hook her up to a painful, metal machine and take the milk that was meant for her baby.

Comments (3):

  1. Debbie Cork

    January 29, 2018 at 11:22 pm

    You must have a baby,
    So I can steal your milk.
    Now stop all this crying,
    There is no need to sulk.

    Please stop all this fussing,
    And keep your body still.
    We all must sometimes
    A rather jagged pill.

    In nine months, just like humans,
    A baby you will birth.
    I don’t want any sobbing,
    As I remove him from this earth.

    I don’t want you calling
    Day after night after day.
    Your bellows will be futile,
    Your calf has gone away.

    He is cold and lonely somewhere.
    Crying baby tears.
    But that is not your problem
    This will go on for years.

    You will stand in fetid stables,
    Your udders at your feet.
    You will endure hours of torture,
    Every time we meet.

    With metal at your belly,
    Your milk will be sucked away.
    Fluid meant for a child
    You lost that very day.

    Your days will fill with sorrow, Misery and pain.
    Each day will become much harder,
    And you will go insane.

    And one day when you’re scarcely
    A teen in human years,
    Your legs will collapse beneath you,
    And your eyes will fill with tears.

    You will be dragged off as useless.
    A casualty of the trade.
    Not even a single thank you,
    For the years of milk you gave.

    And as you hang suspended, Struggling at every breath.
    You will finally receive some comfort,
    In The sweet release of death.

    ~Debbie Cork 2017

    #govegan please !!

    • jenny

      January 31, 2018 at 5:45 pm

      Wow Debbie what a beautifully written, hard hitting poem. Brought tears to my eyes, it really did. Would love to share this on the GlassBrick facebook page with your permission?

      • Debbie

        February 7, 2018 at 4:47 pm

        Yes of course. I would be flattered.


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